Editing Satyrical (section)

==Abilities and Powers==
Satyrical is capable to shifting his appearance into another person.<ref name=T5e1/>

Additionally capable of splitting apart into multiple clones in a "oozing process" that starts with a polyp that grows separates from him and then takes on more defined features,<ref name="29.6 e2">He split in two. A slow, oozing process, a lump swelling, pulling free, then forming features. The arms and legs were quick enough, and the details followed, but the new him had no helmet, but slowly reshaped his exterior to match the original Satyr’s costume.<br/><br/>“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to attack,” I said.<br/><br/>“What’s he doing?” Canary asked. There was a note of panic in her voice.<br/><br/>“Splitting up,” I said. I willed Canary to pull it together. Satyr bulged, clearly preparing to make another double. I called out, “Satyr, I might need to rephrase. If you finish making that copy, I’m going to attack you.”<br/><br/>“He can’t stop once he’s started,” [[Floret]] said. “It’s a drawback.”<br/><br/>“I don’t buy that at all,” I said. “So either you need to be more convincing, or I’m wrong, and Satyr has to learn how to cancel a copy in progress in the next five seconds.”<br/><br/>The bulge stopped growing more parts. It began retreating into Satyr.<br/><br/>“We need to talk, Weaver,” Satyr said, still distorted, withdrawing the mass into himself. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/venom-29-6/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.6]]</ref> he can vary the time it takes for this to happen.<ref name="29.6 e3"/> These clones in turn have their own shape shifting ability, but while he can make them physically stronger than a target of equivalent mass, he can not replicate any powers they might have.<ref name="29.6 e3">Satyr forced another copy out in record time, as the other charged me.<br/><br/>I set my bugs on it. On her. My double. She didn’t have my powers.<br/><br/>She was strong. Tougher. She closed the distance to me with ease, with a runner’s strength.<br/><br/>So I moved the bugs to the original Satyr. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/venom-29-6/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.6]]</ref> Once killed or dismissed, the clones wither<ref name="29.6 e1"/> and collapse into bloody messes<ref name="29.3 e1"/> respectively.

It is unclear how he processes his clones, whether he retains a link to them<ref name="29.3 e1"/> or if they are largely autonomous. Further, how far his clones can operate from him before collapsing is unknown.

He is very skilled at bluffing,<ref name=T5e2>“I know you?” one of the pair asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway.<br/><br/>The viking was still walking, but turned around to walk backwards as he called out, “Costume change to fit in with the new era, my friend! You’ll figure it out, and I’ll be very upset with you if you don’t!”<br/><br/>They rounded the corner.<br/><br/>“Did you know him? This Ironscale?”<br/><br/>The viking smiled. “Ironscale? No. A face in a file, at some point. But I have a good memory.”<br/><br/>Liars have to. “It was dangerous, baiting him. Better if we don’t draw attention.”<br/><br/>“Trying to avoid attention is attention-getting enough. You brought me on board for my skills, Teacher. Trust me to use them." - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/11/16 Excerpt] from [[Teneral e.5]]</ref> psychology,<ref name=T5e1>The other was numb too, but not in the same way. He was very much himself. If he was disconnected, it was a natural sort of disconnection, the sort that had happened billions of times throughout human history.<br/><br/>But the man was talented. He wasn’t acting like he belonged, because he did belong. He was a free spirit, and the world was his oyster. He could put on a different face, and it wouldn’t be a mask, but a role.<br/><br/>He was a warrior, wearing heavy armor. Gruff, rugged, with a beard and the stylings of a viking, complete with fur as part of his costume. When the woman in white found herself off balance, stumbling, he picked his words to counterbalance it, changing the thrust of their interaction. He teased, leaving the road open for clear and unambiguous responses, making small jokes so she could laugh and find her mental footing.<br/><br/>In a very one sided way, he was sustaining and supporting what appeared to be a very natural dialogue between longtime friends. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/11/16 Excerpt] from [[Teneral e.5]]</ref> at least one form of sign language and likely cold reading.<ref name="29.3 e1"/> All skills essential when operating in the crowded Thinker environment that was Las Vegas.